Conspiracy Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The one that starts at my face and works outward and has never once been only about the baby even when we were both pretending it was. "Coffee," he says. Decaf, already made. I take it. "Rosamund?" I ask. "Not yet," he says. "Forty minutes." I look at the counter. The news alert from last night has become twelve news alerts. The story picked up overnight. Human media running with "supernatural conspiracy" in the way human media runs with things that are strange enough to generate clicks without being specific enough to require verification. Our names are not in it yet.

he said. As the weight of the conspiracy became clear, a new name emerged—a figure described only as “The Harbinger.” The identity and motives of this mysterious benefactor remained unknown, but one thing was certain: they were the true architect of the chaos, and their plans were far from complete.

I answered with confusion. "Emerald," he says. "Maximus." "What's wrong?" "Uh... what do you mean?" "I mean what's wrong in the sense of you being in your apartment, upset, for the last week sulking." "How could you possibly..." "Venus," we both say together. Of course. "So tell me what's troubling you. Obviously, I can be of assistance." "I don't know how you could," I say. "Try me." "Strictly confidential?"

I replied, "If by big you mean difficult, then you are correct. It's not supposed to be difficult. But big can also mean important, and our work over the next two days may turn out to be particularly important indeed." "Are we looking for anything particularly?" Sandra asked. "I think we must concentrate on three main aspects," I said. "First, the conspiracy itself: What exactly were the conspirators trying to do? How close were they to being able to do it? Second, shadowing and tribunal: How were they caught? How were they convicted? Why did it take so much time and effort to put them away? And third, Ahmed Dastageer. We think Tina Davis may have read the coded email he was exchanging with

A man being used by extremists. "Turn to social media," Jordan suggested. Zara pulled up T*****r. Blake's name was trending. But not in a good way. #SenatorHartBreakdown #ConspiracyForProfit #WerewolfGate "Look at this," Zara said, scrolling through tweets. "Poor guy clearly needs mental health support" "Those financial records are damning. Who's really behind this?" "My crazy uncle believes in werewolves too. Family gathering just got awkward" The press conference was falling apart. Blake kept getting angrier and more defensive. The reporters smelled blood in the water like sharks.

The more he found, the more obvious it became that James Cross was playing a far bigger game including deception, power, and control besides only greed. A ping rang out across the room. The hackers had discovered something. Jaxon pressed the alert. The screen showed a big sum of money—millions funnelled into a mysterious account under the name "Scarlett Voss." He felt a pang of anxiety. Scarlet. The name awakened in him something sinister, a thread of memories of an old foe, a fire-playing manipulator. He couldn't believe it—Scarlett Voss, the name that had been away from the spotlight for years, now reappearing as an accomplice in this huge conspiracy.

"Yes, I have." Who hasn't googled Vincent at least once? I've looked at his news articles and interviews in magazines. I've scrolled the pictures of him at fancy parties with beautiful women. The most recent was a redhead from sometime last year. I've even skimmed the gossip columns and less news-worthy websites. It's speculation. The biggest two conspiracy theories are a mismatched pair of one magazine saying he's a gay man who uses his trove of beautiful women to lead people off the trail. The other theory is he has a secret wife and child hidden away. Both are ludicrous. Vincent is nothing more or less than what he says—a businessman wholeheartedly addicted to working.

He began. Silence. " And?" " Well... It says, that the cigarette was poisoned. Meaning Thomas couldn't have died of natural causes." John announced. It took forever for Gerald to move from his seat, his eyes opening to stare at john whose gaze was on the floor. The atmosphere tensed immediately. " What did you say?"

Praised them for all kinds of deeds, and had long kept ties with them. Just then, my eyes caught a source. A website that was based on countless conspiracies. Random people posted about certain conspiracies whether it was something as unnecessary as why cookies are baked and not boiled to major ones. Swiping my fingers across the screen, I finally found what I was looking for. A medium length article with the title written boldly that no one would miss it: THE VAR CONSPIRACY Click My fingers tapped on it, eyes scanning the article My eyes caught the date it was posted. Dec 1920. Unlike other people in the site, this person remained anonymous, and never replied to the comments under the consp

The word she had known was coming. Conspiracy. The prosecutor walked toward the evidence displayed on the screen. “Did AC Holdings have any connection to the financial attack against Cross Empire?” “Yes.” The courtroom immediately reacted. The judge raised his hand. “Order.” The prosecutor continued. “Explain.” The investigator opened another document. “Financial records and communications establish that AC Holdings was used as part of a coordinated plan that caused significant financial damage to Cross Empire.” Aria's heart tightened. For the first time since the testimony began, her eyes moved toward the back of the courtroom.